The crowd surged, and as the cold winter evening breeze swept through, Cecilia Vaughn quietly pulled her coat tighter.
She didn't really know why; maybe it was because she was the elder sister, or perhaps due to her complicated family background, she had never liked to trouble others since she was young.
Even if that person was Mona Summers.
Even though she knew Mona Summers wouldn't mind driving across half the city to take her home.
But Cecilia Vaughn just didn't want to trouble her.
——Perhaps deep down, Cecilia Vaughn was more accustomed to strategizing for others than being a burden to them, even if the other person didn't think that way.
This personality trait made Cecilia Vaughn suddenly remember a comment Tyson Law once made about her.
——Cecilia Vaughn, you're not fit to be anyone's girlfriend; you're too cold and hard, like a stone. As a girl, why don't you show a little weakness like others?
